As the word spreads
Introduction:
H. C. Trumbull was traveling one November from New York to Boston in [a] crowded train. [He] sat next to [a] red-faced young sea captain who presently took out a large bottle of whiskey and a metal drink cup and offered them to him. [He] declined. Later [this was] repeated. “Don’t you ever drink, my friend?” “No, my friend, I do not.” “Well, I guess you think I am a pretty rough fellow.” Trumbull then, instead of rebuking him for evil ways, graciously replied, “I think you are a very generous hearted fellow.”
They got into conversation. H. C. T. found he was going home to Massachusetts for Thanksgiving. “I asked him about his mother, and he spoke lovingly and tenderly of her. He said he knew she was praying for him constantly. This brought us into close quarters …” (pp. 80–82).